beautiful-losers

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barefaced selfies because there’s nothing wrong with eye bags, acne, and redness

“full face” selfies because there’s also nothing wrong with putting on, loving, and feeling great in makeup

To the kids who stare blankly at empty screens where text messages and emails should be,

To the kids who hear time and time again that they’re not alone but you’re drowning in the overwhelming feeling that you are, in fact, alone,

To the girls who are called fat and ugly because you’re not a size zero and your face isn’t perfectly symmetrical,

To the boys who have your masculinity questioned constantly because you care about more than just sports and sex,

To the kids who have learned to feel ashamed of the color of your skin or the way your facial structure is laid out,

To the kids who worry constantly about what tomorrow holds because for you it’s more than a math test or facing your crush,

To the kids who are called ugly, faggot, loser, retarded, fat, worthless, unwanted, unloved,

I love you. And that’s just one more reason to keep going.

What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is a caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape.
—  Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers

Damianos, future king of Akielos, finest swordsman of his troops, experienced lover and overall badass makes up A FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL AU IN HIS HEAD WHERE LAURENT IS 16 AND HE’S 19 SO HE CAN COURT HIM PROPERLY AND I HAVEN’T STOPPED SCREAMING EVER SINCE